Welcome to the Saint Patrick’s Day author blog hop. I hope you have been celebrating in typical green fashion with delicious Irish drinks, wonderful snacks and many enjoyable blog stops. This tour you have a chance to win ebooks and a Kindle 3! Here at my site, I am giving away a $10 gift card to Amazon to one random commenter. Be sure to read through and leave me a comment to be entered to win the gift card.
For the author writing challenge, I am offering a little slice-of-life from the characters of my Kissin Cops story Irish Kiss. This scene takes place one year after Irish Kiss and is full of innuendo, naughtiness and well, love. I hope you enjoy it.
But first, this wouldn’t be a blog-hop without the eye-candy. So, to get things going for Saint Patrick’s day I present for your enjoyment the following hotties:
Now, that the eyecandy has been distributed, on to the short slice-of-life: Irish Kisses… Just a quick content warning, this is an adult-themed snippet with many kisses, sexy touches and naughtiness before the fireplace.
Gavin didn’t need to look at the calendar, or have a Google alert, to remind him of today’s special meaning. One year ago, he’d finally made Cassidy his woman and they’d never been happier. He wanted to do something wonderful in celebration. He had a problem, though. Being a meat-headed cop meant sentimentality wasn’t his strongest suit. He knew the basics of romantic interludes. They included things like flowers and wine with a whole slew of kisses and maybe a bit of hot sexing as the finale. But, showing Cassidy the depths of his love meant going above and beyond.
Maybe he could present himself stark naked and tied up in a big green bow. She could do whatever she wanted with him and he’d happily indulge her every whim. No doubt, they’d get creative with the handcuffs, again. Heat curled low in his gut and his jeans got tighter at the groin. Just thinking about the sensuality they shared together made him hard as nails for her.
As he considered different ways to celebrate their anniversary, Gavin came to the conclusion that he needed to pull out the big guns. Taking his cell from his pocket, he scrolled through the contact list and stopped at Sophie’s name. If anything, his best friend’s gal could cook a meal princes would drool over. She’d probably have a ton of ideas to help him create the perfect night.
It had to be perfect. Because, Cassidy meant the world to him.
With a smile tugging at her lips, Cassidy followed the specifics of Gavin’s email down to the smallest detail. The directions to the beach house took her straight to a long driveway and she parked her Prius beside Gavin’s 69 Challenger. Her man sure had a sweet ride! After getting out, she tugged her overnight bag from the backseat and slung it over her shoulder. She’d been looking forward to this night and dressed appropriately in a sexy ensemble of seductive emerald satin. The precisely placed sash would come undone with a flick of the wrist. A thrill rushed through her when she imaged Gavin’s fingers latching on and pulling, revealing her naked body to his hungry eyes. She loved it when he got that look. It made her feel sexy and adored.
Walking up the cobbled path, she moved into the little patio area. The space had seashell decorations and two Adirondack chairs set side-by-side. She had no need to knock. Gavin specified that she should just go right in. Nerves fluttered in her belly and excitement made her heart-rate increase. She could hardly guess what Gavin had in store for her.
After moving into the foyer, she closed the door behind her and set her bag down. The smell of burning hickory wood drew her to the cozy living room. A low fire in the fireplace crackled with the lit kindling. A nest of pillows formed an inviting and intimate area in front of the fire screen. There was no need to refer to the instructions; he’d explained what she needed to do next. Striding to the cushions, she kneeled down, facing away from the entryway. Closing her eyes, she exhaled a shaky breath and wondered what Gavin would do next.
Ah hell, his woman was gorgeous. He didn’t know how long he could keep his hands off her. Good thing he didn’t have to for much longer. While she made her way into the room, he’d been waiting in the kitchen. Now that she was here and ready for him, he entered the area where she waited. Striding across the carpeted space, he made sure his leather boot heels didn’t make any noise. The element of surprise added to the anticipation. Coming up behind her, he drew the silk shawl from over his shoulder, twisted it and brought it around her head. She gasped when the material covered her eyes and a little tremor shook her shoulders. Securing the knot against her silky raven black ringlets, he dropped down to his knees, bent close and pressed a soft kiss to her throat. Skating his lips along the pulse points there, he paused just below her earlobe. “Happy Anniversary, mo chroí.”
“My heart,” she translated the Irish endearment and her lips quirked at the corners showing her joy.
“Always,” he added with a hint of emotion he knew she could hear.
She lifted her hand and reached out. Her investigator training proved in her best interest as she immediately found him. She ran her hand up his arm and squeezed his bicep. “Is this my surprise?”
Gavin leaned forward seeking more of her touch. “This and more.”
The tip of her tongue peeked out and moistened her lower lip. “Did you get me a Pot of Gold?”
He chuckled, “Last I looked I wasn’t wearing knickers and a top hat. I’m a county employee not a leprechaun.”
“Then, what are you wearing my sexy detective?” Her teeth bit down into the side of her cheek and Gavin wanted to kiss her. Swooping near, he caught her mouth with his and tasted her desire. Heady lust bolted through him like white-hot lightning.
“More than you are.” Eager to see her pale white skin in the firelight, Gavin found the single tie holding everything in place and yanked it. A few strategic tugs and the wrap-around dress spilled to the floor pooling at her knees.
She straightened her shoulders and shivered with the cool brush of air on her skin. A moment later her nipples tightened and each of her breaths lifted the heavy curves in a tantalizing display. He reached into his pocket and took out the next little present. “Saint Patrick’s Day is more than just a holiday. It was the day you became mine. This commemorates that night. I hope every time you look at it, you’ll be reminded of that time in the pub bathroom.” He leaned close and draped the golden necklace around her neck. The chain nestled in the valley between her breasts and glinted in the flickering light.
“I won’t ever forget what happened in that bathroom, Gavin. It is burned in my memory forever.” One manicured fingernail traced along the golden links and she ran her thumb across the charm. “A shamrock?”
He grinned even though she couldn’t see it. “Yes. Each of the leaves has a meaning: Faith, hope and love.” He slipped behind her and splayed his hands at her waist tugging her into his chest. “I want each of those with you, Cass.”
She turned so quickly and laced her arms around his neck. “Me, too.”
Cassidy cuddled close to him before tipping her head back inviting his kiss. He didn’t disappoint and covered her mouth with his. He tasted divine; a hint of whisky and mint teased her taste buds as his tongue swept inside. She pulled back, needing to catch her breath. With her sight hindered she had to resort to her other senses. Leaning closer, she pressed her lips to his throat and nibbled her way up to his chin. The scratch of his stubble only intensified each sensation. Inhaling deeply, she took the scent of him inside her and reveled in the crisp musk of his cologne. Damn, he smelled so good. Using her sense of touch, she trailed her palms down his chest to his shirt. She made quick work of the buttons and divested him of the garment. Running her hands all over his torso, she felt each flex of muscle and the quiver of tight abs clenched under her fingertips. He was utterly ripped. But, he was still wearing too many clothes. “Take them off, please.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. In but mere seconds, he stripped bare. She knew when each boot hit the floor. The rattle of his belt gave her a mental picture as the hiss of it being released from the belt loops warned her of his intentions. Anticipating him, she lifted her hands above her head.
“That’s my girl.” The slide of leather around her wrists made her belly flip and a growing pressure in her core showed her mounting excitement.
He directed her to lie back on the cushions and covered her body with his. She parted her thighs, eagerly inviting him between.
“Celebrate with me, baby. Let me take you to the heavens and back.” Gavin muttered right next to her ear. He propped up on his elbows and his chest brushed against her breasts with each stretch of his body above hers.
“Heaven sounds wonderful,” Cassidy’s breath caught as he slipped within her, uniting their bodies.
“Even better than Dublin?” Gavin asked as he stilled. The flex of his length deep inside her set off a storm of intensity and her inner walls clenched around him.
“As in Ireland?” She could hardly speak now but managed to gasp her question as his pace increased and a quickening jolted all the way to her womb. Her knees gripped his sides and she longed to touch him.
“Yes.” Both his hands slid under her hips and lifted her into the cradle of his pelvis. “A week in the land of Saint Patrick, just you and me enjoying the sights.”
Cassidy wanted to show him how excited she was to go to Ireland with him but right now her body was demanding all her focus. Every second that passed, brought her closer to the pinnacle where bliss would crash into her and take her into that euphoric haze.
“Come with me baby, here and now. Then, to Ireland. And, maybe even more beyond that.” One of Gavin’s hands moved from under her to her bound hands. He yanked the belt free from her wrists and pressed her arms upon his shoulders.
“Oh God!” She shuddered and embraced him close. Holding onto him, her nails raking into the flesh of his back, she tumbled over the cliff into ecstasy.
After his heart rate slowed to a normal pace, Gavin drew the scarf from Cassidy’s eyes and looked into her loving gaze. “What do you think? Are you up for more?”
She blinked and stretched out on the pillows. “There’s more?”
“One word: Sophie.” Gavin traced her elegant cheekbone and circled the little dimple below a smattering of freckles.
“That’s the delicious scent of food I smell. Did she make her famous tamales, again?”
Gavin couldn’t hide his smirk. “Something like that.”
One of her perfectly-arched, black eyebrows quirked and she glared playfully at him. “If I bat my eyelashes and make a little moue will you bring the feast here?”
Like he could say no to the woman of his heart? Stark naked and proud as hell, he jumped up and went to do her bidding. Once in the kitchen, he gathered a plate full of different foods that Sophie had prepared. The social worker was an excellent cook. His partner, Tyler, was a lucky bastard to have Sophie around. After stacking the plate, he grabbed a bottle of wine and tucked the travel brochure from Auto Club under his arm. Returning to the living room, he set the wine down and held out the plate to Cassidy.
She pushed to sit and accepted the food. One glance and she burst out laughing. “Oh my God, why is it green?”
Gavin winked at her and said, “Sophie got creative with the tamales. She added an Irish flair to the Spanish dish. They taste just as good as when they aren’t green.”
Cassidy brought one to her mouth and bit down. She nodded her agreement.
Gavin settled beside her on the pillows and bent his knees. He opened the vacation planning book and thumbed through the pages. “The first place we have to go to is Cork, Ireland.”
She licked her lips and fished around the plate for a grape. Before she popped it into her mouth, she shrugged her shoulders and asked, “Why, there?”
“It’s the famous location for kissing.” Gavin hedged. “I want to kiss you in the castle and maybe sneak you into the battlements for a quickie.”
Rolling her eyes, Cassidy shot him a sexy grin. “Your detective radar would surely find some place to be naughty in.”
“Yes, but while everyone else is busy turning upside down so they can lip-smack the Blarney Stone, I’ll be enjoying kissing you.”
Cassidy set the plate down and crawled on her knees to Gavin. She crouched over him and hovered close. “I’d be happy to enjoy a preview of the kissing, right now.”
Gavin slid his hands into her hair and fisted it tightly. “Hell yeah, baby. Right now. And, always.
And, he did.
I hope you enjoyed this little bit of fun from Cassidy and Gavin’s first year anniversary. Leave me a comment and tell me what fun thing you like to do on Saint Patrick’s Day and I will draw a random winner from the commenters to win a $10 gift card to Amazon.
Now that you have spent some time here, hop back on the tour bus and head on to the next stop.
Have a wonderful Saint Patrick’s day and a great weekend. If you need to return to the bloghop starting point, here is the link: http://justromance.me/bloghop/